Well, I know how you feel. Ive had 2 of my dogs taken away from me.

My 1st one, Dakota, was a Siberian Husky. She was a pretty good dog, but she had seizures often. The pills she took made her pretty angry/temperamental, and she bit my brother and had to be put to sleep. I had her from when i was born to like 7 years old.

More recently, maybe 5 months ago, I got another dog, Sasha. She was a Black Lab German Shepard Mix. She was a very very nervous dog. She was scared of everything, and everyone, except for me. I loved her to death. But she always went to the bathroom in the house. Once she became less scared of my other Dog, Abby, she wanted to "assert her dominance". According to the vet. Because they were 2 females etc.. So Sasha was biting Abby, and they kept fighting, and we had to get rid of Sasha. I was devastated.

From personal experience, I believe that Death is much easier to handle, and comprehend then loss. When Dakota died, sure i cried, but I got over it sooner, maybe because of my age, but it was easier. When I lost Sasha, I cried some, not as much, but I felt horrible. And i still do feel bad, because you have to wonder if they got a new home. Because Sasha was my baby, I was like her father. And she was taken away, and I never heard anything after. They could've put her to sleep, or they could be abusing her. It kills me sometimes.

I do know how you feel, and I can say it gets easier as the days go by. Whenever something tragic in my life happens, my life tends to speed up for a bit. Example...My Dad died in January, and that was 5 Months ago. It's felt like maybe 2 weeks, and It's kind of weird at first.

Finally, I'll leave you with what one of my friends said that REALLY helped me .."When someone dies, I believe its because they had a lesson to teach. And once the lesson is taught, they pass on." (It was something like this.)